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Updated: June 10, 2025
But the druggist said that he would cure himself with an antiphlogistic pomade of his own composition, and he gave his address "Monsieur Homais, near the market, pretty well known." "Now," said Hivert, "for all this trouble you'll give us your performance."
She leant with both hands against the window, drinking in the breeze; the three horses galloped, the stones grated in the mud, the diligence rocked, and Hivert, from afar, hailed the carts on the road, while the bourgeois who had spent the night at the Guillaume woods came quietly down the hill in their little family carriages.
Hardly was she seated in her corner than she closed her eyes, and opened them at the foot of the hill, when from afar she recognised Felicite, who was on the lookout in front of the farrier's shop. Hivert pulled in his horses and, the servant, climbing up to the window, said mysteriously "Madame, you must go at once to Monsieur Homais. It's for something important."
The blind man went on with his song; he seemed, moreover, almost idiotic. At last Monsieur Homais opened his purse "Now there's a sou; give me back two lairds, and don't forget my advice: you'll be the better for it." Hivert openly cast some doubt on the efficacy of it.
An accident had delayed him. Madame Bovary's greyhound had run across the field. They had whistled for him a quarter of an hour; Hivert had even gone back a mile and a half expecting every moment to catch sight of her; but it had been necessary to go on. Emma had wept, grown angry; she had accused Charles of this misfortune.
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